#august 17

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Playing Children's Games in Total Darkness”

[shisasan]

August 17, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor doing a snake gesture tonight after leaving the stage!

(August 17, 2024)

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 17 August 1924, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. III: 1923-1927

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[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 17 août 1799, An 7, (149.): Coeffure de Fantaisie. Tunique de Crêpe. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Woman, seen from the back, walking to the left, with a 'coeffure de Fantaisie'. She wears a 'tunique' of crêpe with a square neck, short sleeves, bow on the back and train. She lifts her dress, revealing a petticoat. Accessories: two necklaces, long gloves, fan, flat shoes with crossed straps and pointed toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Indo-Pacific Sailfish (Istiophorus platypterus)

(Photo in public domain)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Indo-Pacific Ocean; Atlantic Ocean

Size (Weight/Length)- 100 kg; 3 m

Diet- Fish; Squid; Crustaceans

Cool Facts- The Indo-Pacific sailfish is the fastest fish in the world, clocking in at a maximum speed of 110 kilometers per hour in short bursts. Living in small schools, these sailfish are constantly on the move and in the search for schooling fish. Pushing the school of prey fish into a ball allows the Indo-Pacific sailfish to dart in, one at a time, with amazing speed. Contrary to popular belief, sailfish do not spear fish using their bills. Instead, they rapidly move their head back and forth as they swim through the school, injuring prey with the side of their bill. When the next sailfish dives into the school, the injured fish are snapped up.

Rating- 13/10 (Supreme swordfighter.)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Dawn

@jegulus-microfic August 17, Word count 766

Previous part First Wolfstar part

He followed James through the wooden entrance doors and then left down the steps towards the dungeons. He kept close to James and tried to match his footsteps, so the echoing corridors didn’t give him away. 

They stopped before the blank expanse of wall that served as the secret entrance to the Slytherin dorms.

“Oxyuranus microlepidotus,” James recited, and the wall began to shudder. A door with intricate silver filigree adorning it appeared in the previously empty wall. James hesitantly reached for the handle and swung it open. 

The Slytherin Common room was exactly as he remembered it. Dark, with black leather chairs and sofas, sparsely illuminated by a few candles dotted about, helped by the small amount of light that drifted in through the waters of the black lake, but right now, with it being dark outside, the windows that made up the far wall were as dark and cold as obsidian. 

“Hi, erm, Mr Slytherin sir,” Regulus’s head snapped in the direction of James’s voice. He’d moved to stand in front of the portrait and was trying to get its attention. “Hi, sorry, I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions?” James continued. Salazar ignored him, looking out of the side of the frame away from James. Regulus felt a surge of anger swell in his stomach. He ripped the cloak off and stormed across the Common room. 

“Oh, it’s you,” Salazar sneered as Regulus came to a stop beside James. 

“Oh, he talks,” Regulus shot back rudely, balling his hands into fists. 

“I do to students I recognise. This one I do not.” Salazar peered closely at James. “He looks decidedly Gryffindor to me,” 

“James Potter, a pleasure to meet you, sir,” James forced a smile on his face and Regulus caught the jerky movement of his arm, realising James had been about to offer his hand to the painting. 

“Hmmm,” Salazar replied. “And why are you darkening our doors again, Mr Black?” Regulus rolled his eyes before retrieving the locket from his pocket. 

“Look familiar?” He said, letting it swing to and fro on its chain. 

Salazar lunged out of his chair and got as close to them as the confines of his canvas would allow. 

“Where did you get that?!” He spluttered. 

“In a god-awful cave surrounded by inferi,” Regulus answered, letting the locket rest in the flat of his hand, the chain pooling around it.  

“It is wrong,” Salazar murmured, as he moved his head trying to get a better look. Regulus took a step towards him, holding it aloft. "What has been done to my locket?" He furrowed his brow as he continued to examine it.  

“We believe that a man who calls himself Lord Voldemort has turned it into a Horcrux,” Regulus told him.

“OUTRAGEOUS!!!” The portrait bellowed, the frame around it coming away from the wall with the force of his emotion. “HOW DARE HE!!! THAT DESPICABLE EXCUSE FOR AN HEIR!!!” Salazar paced around his small area, his snake coiling itself under his ornate chair to avoid his stomping feet. “Curse that Tom Riddle!” Salazar continued his tirade. He spun to look at them again. “What do you need?” He asked with determination in his eyes.

“We need to know how to open it so we can destroy it and in turn destroy Voldemort,” Regulus told him, being totally honest. 

“Who’s Tom Riddle?” James butted in. Regulus, too, wanted to know he’d never heard that name before.

“They are one and the same,” Salazar said, sitting down in his chair, tired from his outburst, and retrieved his snake from under his chair, hissing what Regulus guessed were soothing words to it. “A childish nickname he made up for himself now his only name,” Salazar looked up from his snake. “Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort,” Regulus and James looked at each other. This was new information. Something no one else knew. 

“Now about my locket…”

By the time Salazar had given them as much information as he could, the pinks and golds of dawn were peeking above the horizon. Regulus was exhausted, his mind swirling with too much information, and all he wanted was to slip into James’s comfy bed and snuggle into the man beside him, but first he had to follow James up to Dumbledore’s office. He yawned under the cloak as James spoke the password and followed him up the stairs behind the stone gargoyle.

“Ah, James, good morning,” Professor Dumbledore welcomed him the second they stepped into the office. “Please, sit down, we have a lot to discuss. Sherbet Lemon?” 

Next part

[throwbackgaylor]

august 17, 2019 | five years ago

karlie kloss streamed ‘lover’ by taylor swift, ‘beyond’ by leon bridges, ‘one’ by ed sheeran, and ‘stay with me’ by angus & julia stone on spotify

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 3rd Birthday to

“Playing Children's Games in Total Darkness”

[shisasan]

August 17, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift performs 'I Did Something Bad' for the first time in 6 years on guitar at The Eras Tour in London, UK Night 6! 🎸

(August 17, 2024 | via jade_fret on tiktok)

[mygoodfriendjohnathanharker]

Legal prosses of shipping are such a bore but in brighter news I'm having the change to slowly pick at my leftovers from a few nights ago

[diaries-of-despair]

— August 17, 1949 / Susan Sontag, Journals and Notebooks

[adeledaily]

adele: Munich Night 6

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 17 août 1799, An 7 (148.): Capote Rayée. Spencer de Linon. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Woman, seen from the back, walking to the right, wearing a striped 'capote' on her head. She wears a linen spencer over a dress with a train. With her right hand she lifts her dress, revealing a petticoat. Other accessories: fan, flat shoes with pointed toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.